Why I Hate Your Face (And It Has Nothing To Do With How You Look)
You don’t occupy my thoughts every waking moment. But you’re always there, lurking like a reflection in a puddle.
Don’t know much about innocence.
You don’t occupy my thoughts every waking moment. But you’re always there, lurking like a reflection in a puddle.
As the intensity progressed, he pulled down my underwear confidently and assuredly. What followed confused even the most sexually experienced of my friends: he couldn’t “find the hole.”
These steamy literary passages will have you questioning why you ever scroll through Netflix when you can pick up a book instead…